Presley is ALL girl! Notice her ring and bracelet.

Getting it just right!

Happy 62nd birthday to Poppa!

You can see our stroller in the distance. Yeah, it
We are a work in progress!
So after we all went to pick her up, we came back to have a piece of cake we made the night before and talk all about her first day. I got this idea from my friend, Laura. She actually writes their name on it and grade. Our's was lucky to have icing! Just like with pre-K, she was pretty tight-lipped about her day. But we got a few details. Specifically about her boy friend who had spiky hair. I heard it 'boy friend', Price heard it 'boyfriend'. But the next day she came home talking about a break up, so maybe Price heard right... I try to ignore things like that. Anyway, she said her favorite part of the day is recess. Whose isn't? We've learned a few friends names throughout the week. One day she came home adamant about going to her new friends house for a playdate, but couldn't remember her name. She actually got mad because I wouldn't take her. I tried to explain that we didn't know where she lived or even her name, even though Presley said her address was "978". Still not helpful!!
And every cake needs it's sidekick! Ice cream! Teagan can fish that gallon out of the freezer and get the ice cream scooper out of the drawer she can barely see over lickedy split!
We've been working on her letters more at home. She's actually more interested lately, so that's good! And I may have bribed her with a special surprise if she has a good morning tomorrow.
At least she was happy and excited for the first day! Although when we rounded that corner and she saw a hallway of moms and kids, her excitement and confidence waned. And then again when it was time to go through the doorway. Broke my heart to see her like that. This is the child that wants give every kid at the water park one of her silly bands. The child doesn't know a stranger. So I had to cry a little that day too! What's wrong with me??
Sporting a new and bigger backpack this year!
All a girl wants is some boobs for her fourth birthday. She is allllll girl, this child. If it's not balloons filled with water, it's toilet paper stuffed in her shirt.